That heavy, choking feeling.Submitted by OathMeal at 2013-10-02 20:46:56 EDT
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Don't get too excited...I'll not be wowing you with my extraordinary horror writing skills.
This post does, however, have to do with the sensation of choking. Or perhaps drowning. Now that I think about it, the sensation of being held under water and having to fight for each breath is more along the lines of what I want to convey.
You see, after a somewhat short but very intense few months, the woman I was dating decided to dump me.
Before I continue, let's get this all out of the way:
"Maybe she doesn't like roid ragers, Oathy. Ever think of that?"
Yes, I did think about it. She was quite a fan of my physique so fuck you.
"If you put your cock in footwear for fun, I'd dump you, too."
Very funny. Moving on...
At this point in my life, I don't particularly like getting too close to someone I'm dating unless there's a *fairly* good chance things could work out at least mid-term.
"GUESS THAT RULES OUT JEANNEEEE, DOESN'T IT, FAGGOT?"
Ugh. Shut the fuck up already. Jesus. I'm trying to be srs here.
Anyway, she dumped me. Straight up, text-message-to-my face dumped me. Yes, text message.
Before I continue, I just want to emphasize a point for anyone who is at all unclear about the tact that should be expressed when someone goes about ending a relationship. Rule fucking one (in *my* book at least) is to grow a fucking pair and at the VERY least call the person and explain yourself. There is a host of reasons why this should be done; the chief of them is because it's basic respect.
Sending your boyfriend or girlfriend a break-up text message is about as cruel as posting an image of their junk all over the internet, for everyone to laugh at.
It's just fucking wrong. I can understand doing something like that if you've been on a few dates and it's just not the right fit, but come on. After 'I love you's had been exchanged?
The reason I'm spending so much time on this (and not on lifting, which is what I really should be doing) is because this tiny, 2-kilobyte dating faux pas is what is to account for this heavy, choking - and yes, drowning - feeling I have to carry around with me until such time as I can man the fuck up and get over this spineless cunt of a woman.
From past experience, that should be in the range of 2 weeks to a month.
What really chafes my taint about this is that it could have all be so easily avoided. You know, with a simple gesture of respect involving a conversation. But no. This tramp had to remove her yoga pants, squat down dead-center above my torso and pinch off a massive shit right on my heart, before wiping her ass with one of my work out towels and sauntering off with the swagger of a thousand drunk Mongols.
You know, fuck her. Fuck her right in her fucking ass.
(Which is something she wasn't into, by the way. A damn shame, that.)
This is all pretty recent, which is why you're being subjected to such a thorned rant. I want the world to know that cowards like this are still crawling the Earth, abusing common courtesy wherever their frothy, grasping tentacles can stretch.
As much as I'd like to say I'm over it, I'm not. I loved that girl. She was fucking awesome. She even let me play my favorite Cannibal Corpse songs in the car. It's sad she's gone.
If there's anything I've learned here, it's that being polite and considerate of other people's feelings never fucknig goes out of style. Whether you're 20 or 120, take a goddamned minute and think about what you do with other people's emotional states.
I feel better.
Jest all you want. I had to type this.
she was also an alcoholic who gave terrible blow jobs_there I said it.jpeg